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Mystery

c.w: gory scenes, disturbing


Authors Note: I tried something new. It's different from what I usually write. I meant for this to be a very short passage. Enjoy. :)


The roads were soaked, with soggy puddles and the blades of thin grass were drenched in water. It was still pouring, however, from noon, and dusk had forged already.


Thunder clapped around the Bringston Village and stringy, thin streaks of lightning whipped the skies. Everyone stayed in, sipping hot cups of cocoa, and staring at the sky, minding their own business.


He'd turned up at dusk, thick-lipped, skinny, with gnarled fingers, an angled chin, but seemingly scathing eyes.


He had balled his fists when the rain had begun to gush again. His pin-striped suit was soaked in water and his leather boots, lined in gloops of mud.


The man removed his bowler hat, eased it within the hems of his coat, and without haste, knocked on a door.


A woman, about in her mid-forties answered it. Her brown hair coiled neatly in curls. She stared haughtily at the stranger before her face channeled in shock and horror. "Uh, hello...? What do you want?"


"What do I want? I want a place to stay." the figure responded, with somewhat an eerie nature.


"Uh, uh. The thing is - we don't have a place for another person to stay - mister. You'll have to go somewhere else." the lady stammered anxiously.


The man glared at her with sharp, gleaming eyes. "One night wouldn't matter, eh?"


The lady shivered in her jumpsuit, and her teeth rattled nervously. "Of course - of course, mister. In you go." she stammered, closing the door behind her.


He sneered and stepped into the house, his lean, shadowed figure disappearing into the sunset.


The two sat in silence, the lady staring at her feet, quivering, and taking quick glances at the stranger in fear.


Finally, he spoke. "Won't you offer me anything?" he demanded, tapping his cane impatiently on the wooden floor.


The woman jumped about a mile high. "Uh, I'm sorry sir - but I'm not allowed - to - to offer anyone - anything, without my husband's permission." she faltered, looking pale and anxious.


The man raised with his cane and thundered it down. "That won't matter anymore, Mrs. Dahlia," he spoke coldly, with an air of mystery.


Ms. Dahlia paled in fright. "How do you - know my - my name?"


The stranger chose to ignore her cry. He stared at the metal-lined window. "I just feel a twinge of pity, Dahlia," he scorned.


"W-why? What's happening? L-listen, mister, I - think you'd better leave. My husband is not home and I-"


Shrill screams echoed through the town, with a forceful cry.


Mrs. Dahlia lay on the wooden floor, near a pool of dark red blood, as it seeped from her chest, into the floor.





The stranger dusted his hands, looked upon her figure, once again, and with a satisfied smile, stalked into the moonlit sky, never to be seen again.






May 29, 2021 06:15

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Charlie Murphy
19:36 Jun 06, 2021

Great first part! I'm hooked!

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Niveeidha Palani
04:15 Jun 07, 2021

I'll be a little inactive this week though. So no promises for the next part, though it's coming soon.

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Mary Sheehan
18:33 Jun 05, 2021

I really like your descriptions! I think that context as to why the stranger might want to kill Mrs Dahlia would be of benefit to the reader - the "why" of the character, in essence.

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Niveeidha Palani
01:01 Jun 06, 2021

I was thinking of creating a sequel actually. All will be explained there. :)

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16:51 Jun 05, 2021

Well done! This entire story is quite good. I think that elaborating on the description might make it even better.

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Niveeidha Palani
01:00 Jun 06, 2021

Aw, thanks, Daniella. I'll keep that in mind. ;)

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Niveeidha Palani
06:17 May 29, 2021

The shortest story, I've ever posted here. It's different from what I usually write. Please critique!

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